Harry Potter and the Rebirth

The small house suddenly shook violently. The little guy was used to it and walked slowly to the control console in the middle. Harry didn't feel anything.

"What happened?" he asked curiously.

"You have to ask yourself."

"Me?" Harry pointed at his nose, unable to follow the little guy's train of thought.

"Of all the people, I work the hardest."

Harry scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed. Could this be understood as a complaint against himself?

Seeing Harry's bewildered look, the little guy softened his heart, "Under normal circumstances, we are not allowed to reveal any of this to you, but considering your situation is too special, I will apply to my superiors to allow you to come in and out freely at any time."

"What on earth is this?"

"Well, if your own consciousness is just the tip of the iceberg, then our huge work department is responsible for your subconscious mind."

“Does this still require someone to be responsible for it?”

"What if we just let it grow freely?"

"Will there be any harm if he grows freely?"

"Give me an example that you are most familiar with." A familiar portrait flew in front of Harry. It was a young Voldemort.

"he?"

"Yes, he was only slightly out of control. The guy who was controlling him was a seasoned veteran who was used to seeing despicable people and thought they were born bad, so he neglected his duties. He was too sleepy and fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, he found that the house had been divided into four or five parts, so he packed his bags and ran away. Now no one knows where he is."

"So creating a Horcrux might cause this place to fall apart?"

"Well, yes, without this place, people will become crazy, stupid, and eventually enter the process of self-destruction."

"For example, you almost ended up like this."

"Me?" The outcome was so serious that when Harry thought back, he couldn't find anything that could lead to such a crisis.

"I wouldn't do that."

"Hmph..." The little guy snorted coldly, "Anyway, you have to remember," it pointed to the fourth mirror, "the things there have not been fully digested, you can't think too much recently."

"Can I control this?" Thoughts are the most difficult to control. When they are let loose, they gallop like a horse, blocking one place and revealing another place. Unknowingly, they carry oneself on a wild run for a long time. Harry did not disbelieve in himself, but he understood the difficulty of this matter.

"That's up to you. Anyway, it has nothing to do with me if this place breaks. I'll just pat my butt and move on to the next newborn's brain."

Then Harry was kicked away, unable to get in no matter what he did. The calm lake was refreshing, but if you look closely, you will find that it is densely packed with many creatures. If you can't control yourself -

Harry had a deeper understanding of himself, but when he heard this tone, he felt that it was so venomous. How could it be like the person on the glass wall? Did it know Bai You?

Harry rested well in school these days, putting his trip to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on hold for the time being. He attended classes honestly for a few days and slept in the dormitory at night.

You don't know until you go there, and you realize that Hogwarts has changed so much. Not only does the teacher on duty that day need to check the list of names before going to bed at night, but the classes during the day are so strict and harsh that almost everyone is a Pro max Plus version of Snape and McGonagall.

Since Harry suddenly felt like attending class today, Ron and Hermione had already left. When they entered the classroom, there was only one seat left, the one next to Bai You.

He shrank his head, and was a little afraid to look up in this severe atmosphere. In his impression, Lockhart, who was humorous and witty, weak and pretending to be a king, was now like a soldier holding a machine gun, launching indiscriminate fire attacks on everyone.

He and Dudley felt a little awkward being together, and neither of them spoke to each other, as if if they stepped over this line, there would be a nuclear bomb attack on the whole world, so both of them were very cautious.

Finally Harry couldn't help it anymore.

"When did he become like this?"

Dudley said nothing, and almost shrunk his head into his desk.

"Oh, look, isn't this our rare guest, the famous savior Harry Potter? As a student, you are busy with national affairs all day long--"

Harry frowned. What was the difference between this and Snape? The open and indirect sarcasm made him deeply realize what it meant to be professional in swearing. After all, he had published several novels, and his application of language and words had reached perfection.

Harry felt depressed for the whole class, but the knowledge that was taught afterwards was fascinating and he showed his true level. He threw away the label of a fool and received the title of the big devil.

After class, Lockhart became a changed man and returned to his original self.

He ran to Harry, vividly illustrating the idiom "rude at first, respectful later". Hermione and Ron, who had been packing their bags and wanted to come over to find Harry, stood where they were, hesitating and not daring to move forward.

Georges, a talented young man who was determined to become a real Hogwarts professor and now Lockhart's assistant, was waiting at the door with a stack of papers.

His eyes fell on the boy at the door. As he was facing away from him, he did not see the scar on Harry's forehead. After he turned around, he felt a little excited.

Finally he got to see the real person.

"Professor, what can I do for you?"

Lockhart felt his whole body crawling when he was stared at. Thinking that he would have to go out with him in the future, he began to regret his little revenge.

The people in the classroom were reluctant to leave, so Lockhart waved his hand and sent them all away. It was a gentle yet strong force that could not be refused.

Ron and Hermione could only stand at the door helplessly. "You guys go back first," Harry said, pushing Dudley who had fallen asleep.

Dudley was suddenly awakened. His heart had been feeling uncomfortable recently and he often had palpitations, as if something important was about to leave, so he was a little insensitive to the real world.

He was immersed in his own world and passed by everyone.

"I just want to ask, when do we start?"

"Oh--"

Harry drew out his tone, deliberately teasing Lockhart's appetite, "Wait a day or two, so you can prepare and hand over to your successor."

Georges' eyes lit up when he saw Harry, he felt like he saw his savior. What Elliot said was indeed right, good things would happen all day long when he followed Harry.

Look, I’ve just met you for the first time and you’ve already given me such a big piece of pie.

"What's the specific time?"

"This Saturday, please."

“There will be a third round this Saturday.”

Harry was a little surprised. "Oh? So fast? There was such a long gap between the first and second rounds, and the third round is--"

"Then let's set off after watching the game." Harry made the decision.

Looking at this child who was much shorter than himself, although Lockhart knew very well that one should not judge a person by his appearance, the difference between the two was still too big.

No, he wanted to go find Dumbledore. How could that be possible?

Harry said goodbye politely to the two professors, which made them feel flattered, and then caught up with Ron and Hermione who were walking slowly in front.

"Hey--"

He leaned on Ron's shoulder and turned to greet Hermione who was holding a book.

"Where are you going next? To the auditorium? Or to the library?"

"We have to go to the auditorium to eat first. We have practical training in the evening." Ron was a little dejected, just like the exams he had to face every week, month, and year in his previous life.

Don’t know where you heard this advice from?

Dumbledore would have people do practical training every night. Everyone had to participate. The results would be counted into the total score, and everyone's total score would be ranked. This list would be posted in a large classroom and updated at any time so that everyone could see it.

What's the difference between this and public execution? This extremely strong smell of the flower family must be someone tearing up the umbrella before leaving. Ron himself was ridiculed by the Weasley twins because even Ginny, who had just been enrolled for more than a year, was taller than him.

"What about me..." Harry pointed at himself. Someone like him who had never participated in an actual combat and only found out about this matter after a long time, should not be included in the ranking, right?

"Dumbledore specifically put you at the top."

"what?"

Harry was shocked, "So what's my score?"

"zero."

"The principal probably wanted to wait until you came back to find out for yourself, but you didn't attend these few days, and no one told you."

Hermione laughed rudely, her mouth almost stretched to her ears, and Ron laughed even louder, thinking of Harry's poor zero and Cedric, the first place, the record close to the majority of 6, like a unit of measurement.

Harry frowned, his competitive spirit suddenly aroused.

Dumbledore was in a good mood chewing candy in his office at this moment. Harry should be in school these days, so if he saw the surprise he had arranged for him -

He happily drank the black tea with seven or eight sugar cubes in it. This was a moment of leisure that he had finally managed to steal in the past few days. It was really pleasant.

But often at times like this, God likes to suddenly make something happen. For example, he received an emergency call from Charlie in the distance, and Moody was with him.

"Dali is missing. He accidentally broke into the blue door."

There was faint sound of crying and shouting over there. If he heard it correctly, it should be Petunia's voice. Dumbledore frowned.

If you look at the overall situation, the disappearance of a Muggle is basically insignificant, but this Muggle is Petunia's son, and Petunia is Harry's aunt, and Harry is a crucial link.

Everything about this matter was weird. Dumbledore finished the last sip of the drink. The portrait in the middle of the wall was still empty. He reluctantly took a look at it. There were all kinds of candies on the table. Then he hid them somewhere and left.

After all, it still makes him worry, Dumbledore sighed.

Could it be that someone wanted to use Dudley's blood relationship to do something bad to Harry? Dumbledore quickened his pace and came to Snape's office.

There was no one there at this time, only the dry pot in the center was still tirelessly cooking something.

"Thank you for your hard work, Severus." Dumbledore thought so, and without hesitation threw a handful of Floo powder, and the fiery red flame instantly turned green.

"%——" The language became very obscure. If someone was present, only strange noises could be heard.

As soon as Dumbledore disappeared, Snape walked out of the innermost room with some herbs and shed insect shells in his hands.

"Who has been here?" He immediately became alert. The Floo powder had obviously been tampered with, and the residual heat from the fireplace had not yet dissipated.

Then he saw a note generated on the table, "I'll be back soon - Albus."

That's okay. Snape focused on brewing the potion in front of him without any distractions.

On the other hand, after a quick dinner, Harry followed the crowd to a very large indoor venue. There was an eye-catching list at the front. Harry deservedly ranked first with a score of 0. What made him uncomfortable was that everyone seemed to have gotten used to it and were discussing the top few names on the list.

He was surprised to find Draco. Draco was third on the list. If his age in his previous life was taken into account, this result seemed normal given his rich combat experience and powerful soul power.

"Harry Potter is here."

Someone suddenly shouted this, and the little wizards who had just been communicating with others all turned their eyes to Harry.

If sight had weight, it would be of a thousand pounds.

A sixth-year Ravenclaw senior came over. He had a blue collar and some faint blue silk embroidery on his black robe. He had an elegant temperament and a frank and stubborn look.

"Can I have the first battle of the day with you?"

This person had heard of Harry Potter's fame, but no one had ever seen Harry actually fight a battle.

Rumors?

Maybe there is a lot of water in this story. Many people came to Harry with this thought in mind.

Draco pushed through the crowd and stood in front of Harry, frowning as he looked at this distant relative who was so far away from him that he didn't know how many times his family was separated from him.

"Are you trying to prove yourself by stepping on Harry's name?"

The man was very frank. He pointed to his own name and said, "I am ranked fourth and want to challenge Cedric who is ranked first. He said -"

Cedric appeared from somewhere, a refined and elegant gentleman in the past, but now he seemed a little hurried.

He adjusted his bangs and nodded to Harry shyly, "Maybe my words caused him to misunderstand. Let's have a fight now."

Not many people present were fools, and they all more or less guessed what the gentleman with thick eyebrows and big eyes said in private.

This is really shocking.